Page 11 of The Platinum Dragon's Courageous Mate

“No. No, I know you never would. You’re good dragons. Not like— Not bad.” There. That was enough of a statement, right?

He kind of waited while Lars created a tray with meat and cheese and chips and dips and drinks and ice…

“You’re really good at that.”

Lars grinned at him and shrugged, cheeks warming. “I’m not sure why. I do try. It’s fun. I like it. What do you do for fun?”

Kieran shrugged, “I don’t know that I do anything for fun.”

“Oh, come on. I mean, trust me, I know — babies, teething, no fun. You had to have done something before you got pregnant that was fun. We all did.”

“I was in healer school. We didn’t have a whole lot of time, but obviously I’m a knitter.”

Lars’s eyes lit up. “I do remember that. We got you lots of different wool. That’s exciting. How did you learn to knit?”

“My grandmother loved it. She was into all sorts of fiber arts.” Before everything had gone to hell, he and his grandmother had made socks, scarves, sweaters, and whatever he could imagine. He guessed he was back to that now.

“That’s so neat. I’m not sure I would have the patience. I do like to make things with glitter.”

He tilted his head at Lars. “Like what?”

“Oh, posters. Christmas ornaments. I love glitter.”

Kieran snorted. “It’s a plague.”

“I know!” Lars was absolutely unrepentant, eyes laughing at him. “I have a craft room, and it’s like a magical, shimmering space.”

“Oh I would like to see that.” Kieran could picture himself with a craft room. It would be mostly yarn, but some fabric and thread, and a place for his good scissors and all of his knitting needles. Yeah, he could love that.

Lars gave him sideways kind of look as he picked up the tray to carry it to the main room. “I bet if you asked Lachlan, he would make you a craft room. There’s plenty of space in this house.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“I bet it wouldn’t be a bother at all. Lachlan would love to do something for you. And just think how much more yarn you can store that way.”

“It is a lovely idea, isn’t it?” He could imagine a little space just to create in.

“What’s a lovely idea?” Lachlan asked as they walked in.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Kieran needs a craft room, brother. Something wonderful and cozy.”

“We can do that.” Lachlan gave him a smile that was warm and genuine. “You’ll need yarn shelves, hmm? I bet with room for airtight boxes to keep out moths?”

His cheeks heated and so did his ears. “Ideally, yes.”

“I can totally make you a space. We’ll plan it — colors and furniture and everything.” Lachlan beamed at him. “I would be honored to make you a craft room.”

“Thank you.” Kieran swallowed around the lump in his throat. “You’ve been so kind.”

“You inspire it me, sweet one.”

Lars made an awwww sort of noise.

His cheeks went hot, but Lachlan just smiled at him, so easy, so warm. “It’s going to be fine, Kieran. Don’t worry. We’ll work it out. Lars, the food looks amazing.”

“Doesn’t it? You have some wondrous food to work with.”